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Character of the Season
Frail in body but dangerously quick of mind, Nikandr is the sort of character who proves that curiosity can be just as perilous as any weapon. A necromancer, inventor, and problem-solver with more ambition than self-preservation, Niki approaches the world like a puzzle box begging to be opened, even when what’s inside has teeth. Blunt, dry-witted, fiercely independent, and carrying a history best left partially buried, he has a knack for making even failure feel fascinating. Whether he’s raising the dead, moving across Caido to King's End, or experiencing a hangover for the first time, Nikandr brings a wonderfully strange spark to Caido, and we can’t wait to see what trouble his brilliant mind wanders into next.
Congratulations, Niki!
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Stretched out against Asta and enjoying every stroke of glorious heat from the sun's fingertips, it's not surprising that Danta is halfway towards a nap when the other man speaks again, his voice rumbling in his chest and against the Maverick's ear. "I don't remember," he admits honestly, his grin sheepish and just a little indulgent as he peeps back up at the butcher. "You just want to put your hands all over me, don't you?"
It's not an accusation so much as it's with resigned enjoyment that he rolls over to grab for the bottle of sunscreen (and another quick sip of his drink), shaking it at Asta. "You can be happy to help on the condition that I am happy to help as well," he says, squeezing a dollop of lotion onto his palm and reaching out immediately to dab Asta's nose with it. "Now you're one of those fetching lifeguards," he announces.
Dantalion
getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
so what, my friend, whatever will it be? i can give you what you crave, just not for free
“Mhmm.” Asta purrs to Danta with a knowing snort. He’s fairly confident that the Maverick did not put any sunscreen on – and with the fact that he knows Danta would fall asleep easily within the embrace of sun and the butcher to wake up like a lobster, hobbling to the healing fountain just to feel some relief. Burn from fire they might not, but the sun was a completely different beast.
Evident in the dark tan that’s darkened the butcher’s skin already as he shifts to sit up a little more when Danta rolls over to grab the sunscreen and sip his drink – granting him time to sip his own. “Deal, darling.” He says, swallowing the sip right at the time Danta’s dropping the dollop of sunscreen against his nose. He nearly goes crosseyed following the blonde Ancient’s finger, humming a brighter laugh. “Ah, I see how it is.” He laughs, taking the sunscreen and filling his palm with the coconut scented lotion, spreading it into his palms before he reaches over to drag it along Danta’s arms and shoulders, placing his entire undivided attention on him.
"What? I am protecting you from the concentrated rays of the sun, Asta," Danta insists with a shit-eating grin, though as the butcher settles in to prevent him from burning to a crisp, he's kind enough to at least apply the dollop properly to the other Ancient's face. "No one would be able to take you as serious security with a burned nose," he points out, before his hand drops so as to not interrupt Asta's progress. The scent of sweet coconut soon fills the air, Danta turning to let the other man rub sunscreen into his back and shoulders.
It's as he's reaching for his cocktail that he spots a couple of young women passing across the sand in bikinis, the pair of them cooing to themselves at the sight of the two Ancients, something that has Danta's tail flicking at the tip with interest. "Asta, you don't suppose people think we look cute, do you?" he inquires, raising an eyebrow over his shoulder and smirking. "Because I don't know how I feel about that."
Dantalion
getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
so what, my friend, whatever will it be? i can give you what you crave, just not for free
“Ah yes, as if I have not harbored plenty of a tan thus far.” The butcher snorts – most of Longheat happening with the butcher’s sleeves rolled up and not nearly as adorned to the neck as he usually is. It leaves for quite a lovely dark hue of his skin. “Haha, I suppose they would not, would they?” He drawls, smirking once Danta lets him start applying the lotion to his arms and shoulders, letting it soak in briefly before Danta’s spinning around to let him drag his hands along his back and spreads it out over the little here and there bumps of his scars.
The butcher isn’t paying attention to the people that pass by, focused on his task of lathering the Maverick with the sunscreen to make sure he doesn’t burn either. “Hmm?” He asks, the spaded tip of his tail flicking in the sunlight coiled around both of them as his dark gaze lifts to meet Danta’s raised brow. “Cute?” He nearly scoffs, snorting and rolling his eyes. “I imagine objectively it is true, but the wording itself is quite irksome.” He murmurs with a sigh, glancing away from his lover to try and spot those that might have gotten the thought into his lover's mind.
"Yes, well now you can keep your lovely tan without risking it burning off, and you will smell good," Danta announces, lifting his chin defiantly as if to tell Asta he won't be dissuaded on this point. He further proves as much when he grabs for the sunscreen again, applying it with arguably too much care (read: enjoyment) to the butcher's scarred shoulders and chest.
Then he's angled away to further enjoy the feel of warm, calloused hands dragging along his own skin, and only Asta's clear outrage at the passers-by has Danta chuckling and paying more attention to his surroundings. "Irksome?" he repeats, all but beaming at the butcher and turning to properly face him once his back has been suitably protected.
"You say that, but you can be very cute." He hisses it like an insult, motioning for Asta to turn around now as well.
Dantalion
getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
so what, my friend, whatever will it be? i can give you what you crave, just not for free
“A horror that smells like coconut.” He surmises, smirking slightly as Danta spreads the sunscreen across his chest and shoulders, rising over scar tissue and smoothing out the amounts that seem to collect where his scars are deeper than others. At the question, though, Asta’s attention drifts and he finishes up ensuring Danta won’t burn to a crisp before his lover’s turning toward him. “Yes, irksome.” He hums.
Meeting Danta’s gaze, he settles a touch to spread the rest of the sunscreen along his hands and wrists before Danta’s hissing the compliment-insult and his lips part with quite the dramatic gasp as he reluctantly turns, shrugging out of his shirt fully now – the rope-like scars pale in comparison to the rest of his flesh along his back in that same kind of starburst pattern. “How dare you, darling.” He whines, tail flicking like an annoyed feline’s. “I am sure you have much better adjectives than cute to call me.”
"The best smelling monster Torchline has ever seen," Danta trills his agreement, scooting forward the moment Asta turns his back so he can more or less hook his legs around his lover's waist and make himself into a sunscreen wielding backpack. "Oh I dare," he purrs, rubbing lotion into the butcher's shoulders and down his back, fingers pressing into the muscles where he knows knots are likely to have formed.
"You are right, though," he admits, leaning forward a bit more to sneak a kiss against Asta's stubbled jaw. "I've got lots of adjectives for you. Next time I get the chance I'll write them all with my mouth against your cock, but until then you'll have to live in suspense." Another smooch to his cheek and Danta sits back again, finishing up their protection from the sun. "There. We can get drunk in full comfort now," he declares.
Dantalion
getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
so what, my friend, whatever will it be? i can give you what you crave, just not for free
“Uh huh.” Asta hums once he turns around, letting Danta wrap his legs around his middle and he runs some of his sun lotion slick hands along his calves, admittedly sinking into the feeling of his hands on his back and shoulders where the knots are in. “You wound me,” he whines as he takes the kiss to his jaw, warm and comfortable – more than he’d expected it to feel.
It’s just as he’s sinking into Danta’s touch and trying not to lean back into his chest that he hears the quiet purred intention. Smirking, the butcher tits his head to feel the kiss to his cheek press against the corner of his lips. “"It’s been five minutes".” He repeats Danta’s previous comment in a playfully brattish tone as Danta finishes up the sunscreen, allowing him to turn back toward Danta.
Downing the rest of the cocktail, warmth spreads through him and he sets the empty glass down, sinking in flat against the pillows Danta’s brought and reaching for his lover to tug him back down for the nap they’d intended to take. “Well, I am sufficiently buzzed now.” He hums contently, pushing his sunglasses up again into his hair, allowing him to peer down at the Maverick in quiet question.
"If I was going to wound you, sugar, you'd definitely feel it," Danta assures his lover, his words framed in a sly smile, though as Asta turns back towards him he's already abandoning the suncreen bottle and reaching for his cocktail again. Chiming it against the butcher's, he follows suit (of course) in downing it, wincing at the minor brainfreeze that has a lick of fire flaring briefly up in a halo around his head.
"You started it," he quips in reply, just about having time to abandon his empty glass before he's being corralled down onto the blankets and into the cushions - right where he wants to be. "Mm, as am I," he agrees, shifting to get comfortable and taking off his own sunglasses to abandon them on the blanket nearby. Peeping up at Asta and smirking, he leans in for a margarita kiss, then settles with his head nuzzled into the other man's shoulder.
"If I start to burn and you're awake, just roll me into the shade?" He snorts, letting his eyes shut against the glare of the sunshine.
Dantalion
getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
so what, my friend, whatever will it be? i can give you what you crave, just not for free
“Oh, how sweet it would be, too.” The butcher purrs with a small half smile at the idea of the wound Danta might inflict. It’s a passing thought, one that settles somewhere in the recesses of happy vacation memories alongside the way they both devour their drinks before settling in again.
Snorting as he tugs Danta down to him in the cushions, precisely under where Danta’s previously adjusted the umbrella so that the sun might filter in and warm them both. “Good, darling.” His arm and tail wind around his lover, settling in to take the nap while the alcohol thrums comfortably through him. “Of course.” He reassures Danta as he closes his eyes, content to catch a bit of a nap before waking up and presumably adjusting the shade so that Danta doesn’t burn without having to roll him over into it.
